"Hehehehe...... Rare! I didn't expect that outside the city of Xiangyang, which is full of Mongolians, there will be people from the Central Plains, it seems that this time I can drink a little more, hey...... The excitement that had been disturbed by a group of Tartars is now back. Read the novel to the net c" The middle-aged scribe muttered to himself, babbling a little.

"Hey, hey, hey...... I said, gentleman, are you too early to be happy? A few of us came here just to have a full meal, and as for the misunderstanding between Mr. and the Mongolian warriors, we really don't want to disturb it! Chen Qiubai really wanted to eat and drink a good meal, so he shouted at the middle-aged literati and Mongolians who were confronting, hoping that the people on both sides would not be so indifferent and come over to provoke a few of his people to eat and drink.

"Hey! It's really ......" said the middle-aged scribe who was drinking, "You guys, it's really ...... I don't have any mercy at all! Can you really watch me, a powerless literati, face this group of barbaric and violent Mongolian Tatars with your bare hands! ”

"You...... Don't deceive people too much! One of the more powerful Mongolian warriors, with an angry but very unwilling face, said to the middle-aged scribe, it seems that this person should be the leader of this group of Mongols, whether it is temperament or martial arts, he should be the strongest among this group of people.

Chen Qiubai also looked at the middle-aged scribe with a nonchalant look and said, "Pull it down!" You're a young man now, and it shouldn't be a problem for you to deal with a few Mongol Tatars, and I think even if we don't come, you'll be able to get out of the way. ”

The middle-aged man frowned, and then said, "Oh! You are good, but you also know the great name of my Kunlun Three Sages? ”

When Chen Qiubai and the others heard this, they were immediately taken aback, it turned out that this person was none other than the Kunlun Three Sages He Zudao, who was supposed to practice martial arts in Kunlun Mountain!!

So Ma Ningyuan said, "Oh...... I understand, it turns out that you are the famous Kunlun Three Sages He Zudao! I heard that a few years ago, you went to the Shaolin Temple in Songshan alone and beat the original group of stinky bald donkeys in the Shaolin Temple to the point that they were powerless. ”

He Zudao's expression was gloomy at this time, as if he had encountered something he didn't want to remember, and said: "Regarding the matter of this Shaolin Temple, this brother still doesn't mention it, then there is nothing to be proud of." Instead, it made me feel a little ashamed and annoyed. ”

He Zudao didn't expect that he would be reminded of the past by a young man here, and it touched his heart, a trace of pain and ripples, as well as a little sweetness and warmth.

It's just that this life is helpless, unsatisfactory things, ten*. Of course, these memories of his are also more painful and less sweet!

For a while, He Zudao only felt a little lonely and embarrassed, a little upset, and even a little painful and depressed! In short, I'm in a very bad mood!

Then He Zudao raised his head and said to the group of Mongolians in front of him: "Do you know that I am in a bad mood now, and I am not in the mood to drink anymore!" So, sorry! I'm afraid I'm going to attack you now! ”

"Do it, do it, are we the heroes of Great Mongolia afraid that you will not be able to do it as a thin and small Han man!" The leading Mongolian man said loudly, but his tone was full of unconcealable fear, which had betrayed him completely!

"That's really not better, I'll do what you want!" He Zudao said with a gloomy face.

These Mongols, killing the Han people, are like slaughtering chickens and dogs, and they will not be merciful at all.

He Zudao is a well-informed chivalrous man in the rivers and lakes, and has lived in the Western Regions for a long time, but the Mongols do a lot of evil and kill people, He Zudao, as a Han Chinese, of course knows the methods of these Mongols.

Therefore, as soon as He Zudao made a move, he was a killer move, and there was no hand left at all! "Hammer !!" With the sound of drawing a sword, I saw He Zudao's sword startled, and when the Mongols were caught off guard, he had already pierced the throat of a Mongolian warrior nearby. Then immediately after that, a blood line of "......" rushed out from between the throats of the Mongolian soldiers. The blood line that rushed out, bright red in color, like a beautiful snowflake, bloomed in an instant, but at the same time, it was accompanied by the exhaustion of the Mongolian warrior and died, slowly withering.

A Mongolian warrior monk next to him couldn't hold it anymore, and stabbed him in the left cheek with a backhand sword. He Zudao lowered his head and drilled under his arm. The Mongolian warrior monk only felt a slight numbness on his left wrist, and the short sword in his hand had been snatched away by him. These Mongolian warrior monks, as expected, are all good hands, and their body skills are extremely fast, which makes people unable to see clearly, but He Zudao is floating by this time, and he took the sword casually with an understatement, and there is nothing special about his body and gestures. And every now and then he makes a move, which is often extremely accurate, and each time it will take the life of a Mongolian warrior.

The Mongolian warrior monk was startled, rushed forward, and grabbed his shoulder with his fingers like hooks. He Zudao leaned over and avoided it, and this grasp brushed past his side. The other warrior monks suddenly jumped upside down. One by one, with their left fists and right palms, the wind was whistling, and seven or eight moves were made in an instant. He Zudao dodged left and right, but he didn't even bring the corners of his clothes to half a point. He had a sword in his hand. The fist moves of the enemy like a storm were never moved, and only one side was slightly, and the fist of the Mongolian warrior monk was in vain.

Ma Ningyuan and the others are limited to strength, and although their vision is not very good, Chen Qiubai can open the eyes of yin and yang, and his knowledge is extremely high.

Several Mongolian warrior monks fired more than 20 moves in a row, and Wu Zi couldn't bring any damage to He Zudao, so he snorted suddenly, his fist changed suddenly, and his moves were slow, but his fist power was dignified and strong. Chen Qiubai and the others stood around, gradually feeling that the fist wind was overwhelming, so they retreated to the outside of the inn step by step.

He Zudao really deserves to be the three saints of Kunlun, I saw that his sword was as fast as thunder, extremely fast, faintly with the sound of wind and thunder, and each sword was very accurate, specifically stabbing the enemy's throat and chest and head and other important parts. Not long after this battle, those Mongolian warriors and warrior monks were already lying on the ground one by one, and none of them were alive.

Chen Qiubai hurriedly stepped forward and said to He Zudao: "Kunlun Three Sages He Zudao, it is indeed worthy of its reputation, and it is really admired by inferior people. ”

He Zudao sighed faintly and said: "What is there to admire for some small tricks that kill people and kill people." ”